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Notes: When was the last time that I ever posted a 100 word drabble? Ah Well, I hope that I'm not too rusty. Enjoy!
"Harry, it's too late for a swim. It's going to storm any minute." Ron reasoned, eyeing the dark storm clouds swirling ominously overhead.
"I'll be real quick," Harry promised, placing his socks and shoes next to his neatly folded clothes on a rock near the edge of the lake.
The desperate need in Harry's voice tore Ron's gaze from the skies to his best mate. Harry's face was lit up in pleasure as he wiggled his toes in the damp sand. Ron groaned in defeat and taking off his shoes followed the trail of Harry's bare footprints into the water.